Lyrics:
swords
T-shirt stravaganza (Franchize dem white tee boys)
Self-made, self-paid
We lounge around in our white tee
Ashy black shirt, will get down to ya
healing (healing)
Black man chilling (chilling)
Black man we winning (we winning)
Black man got pressure cause he can't be out here tripping
Black man get
and many ain't legit
So I'mma put 'em out, 'fore they get rushed
It's gettin' hectic, it's gettin' crazy
It's gettin' hectic, it's gettin' wild
It's
and many ain't legit
So I'mma put 'em out, 'fore they get rushed
It's gettin' hectic, it's gettin' crazy
It's gettin' hectic, it's gettin' wild
It's
Mr H will demonstrate
By deals made by the undertaker
Poison tailor made
Falling life on a razor blade
You made the stake to your veins
personal
And I found out
Um, um
Sensitive warning
She was raped at the age of 14
No way
That's crazy (Yeah)
Well... um
Uh we started to get back talking
a conversation with my laptop while I'm by myself
So this is gonna be, um how do you call it, a try?
Um, so here we go.
So I'm pretty sure we have a lot
"You are tuned in
To the greatest
Young H-O-V
Let's go get 'em again Just
Oh my god, come on!"
Pops sped off, left mom with a bundle of
Joy
about to get served
Matter of fact nigga, you about to get your shit burned
Punk motherfucker, female ass nigga
The homo rapper, H to the you know
the door got h*** mad yea they hate my soul but every boss N*** wanna take me out he sent a red eye just to fly me out all black trucks when I travel now
open
Or you will get caught slipping - Like Massey did that lil’ nicca
Or Bart did Tra Angry - my nicca
Wish I could grab ‘em by his head
And turn that
the real
H-A-V-O-C, Prodigy, Mobb Deep, retweet that
Pussy, you sweet like bear meat
I expire these liars, move on me, get killed
Dude only mad because
Tried to make us look weak in front of our kids, dehumanize
And our leadership hella devil-sent
Got in the white house by trolling our only black
in our history
Were no slave ships, were no misery, call me crazy, or isn't he
See I fell asleep and I had a dream, it was all black everything
and break out quick on the plane
Seal up your coffins, and celebrate with champagne
Get my drink, Absolut, cranberry juice
Paranoid by rug spots, you see
Ca$h we the gang
I might pull up, snatch your chain, then get out the Range
Plug, let me talk to 'em
Racks in my coat
Water Gang like floats
Say you
Yeah, I was on that corner, tryna get my coins up
Coppers run up on us and we turn to Jackie Joyner
White man kill a black man, they never report
muthafuckas run
I do this shit for fun
You niggas know you can't get none
Biatch
I'm from the V.A.L.L.E.J.O
H.I.L.L side doe
Spittin straight game is
Through the cracks of a concrete jungle we all grow, The Black Rose
Black Rose
Through the cracks of a concrete jungle we grow
Black Rose
Through
really gotta take it
Put this mack up to you face it
Doin' what we gotta do to survive
Just ask Kweli doin' what we do to get by
Some niggaz stick
of the people they don’t get that
Hell of a problem we gotta fix that
Tell a hater get back
Get back
Man you sound crazy
Dammit what’s wrong with ya lately
I hope
to get laughed at by you and your mans
But I never let it get, stay true to my plans
I used it all for the studio (Now you understand)
In the grocery store
ain't no gun toter, pussy you ain't no real soldier
You ain't made your enemy had to buy his homeboy mama no black roses
Choppa knock ya whole head open
noise)
Yeah! (Where you get that thang, man?) (By my side)
When you do somethin' to somebody, um (By my side)
It ain't just you, it's somebody next
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